MonkeyPower435: Hi! Yup, I'm starting a new SYOT. Now, many of you are probably thinking that I can't even make consistent updates with one story, so why in the world am I starting another? This is actually a guest's story (Anna Banana). She's going to be doing most of the work for this. All I'm doing is proofreading and adding/deleting a random sentence every now and then (I'm still considering it a collab, though, because I like to take credit for things that I have almost no involvement with). I will, however, change some things if they effect the SYOTs I'm planning to write in the future (because I do plan on making more SYOTs). So, yeah. Here's the prologue. I also have another chapter after this, but I'm going to wait a little while before I post that. Sometimes I'll be talking to you in the author's note, and sometimes Anna Banana will be the one to speak.

Also, to Anna Banana: If people make mentors, that could clash with my other stories. I think I'm going to replace it with stylists if you don't mind.

President Arilla Casinoval, 18, Capitol

"Mrs. President, The announcement starts in 10 minutes," my assistant, Caninera, hurriedly said to me.

"Mhm, I know," I nod to her. "You've been working all morning. Why don't you take a break?"

She started to talk but I put a finger to her lips. She looked startled. I handed her a stack of thin paper bills we call Panemors. "Go get yourself something, I heard they just opened up a coffee shop a few blocks away."

I watched her as she walked out and could have sworn I saw her smile. Picking up my files, I set them in a drawer and started walking to the stage, where I would announce the quarter quell for this year.

I had the words memorized. Quarter quell, past tributes, revived, two, return. They all lurked around in my head.

Two tributes can return. Just like the 74th. I wasn't born yet, but I watched the replays of it many times. President Snow had too little control over those games. The prior president of Panem and my own mentor, Razor Shaarp, was much better at keeping the tributes in line. I remember him telling me- 'You tell the victors what to do. You need to take a stand, Arilla. You have control.' Oftentimes, he would use force to get the victors to obey him. He would even sometimes kill a family member or someone close to them to show that in the end, the Capitol had all the power.

I brushed this thought away and continued my walk to the stage. "Mrs. President, you're live in two!" That was my cue. I walked out on stage and looked at the adorable little girl in front of me. My own daughter.

"Mommy, will I get to do this next year? She asked, bouncing up and down on her feet, gleaming.

"Of course you can, Lavender," I beamed at my child. I watched as a camera rolled around to capture me from backstage.

"Live in 10, 9, 8," a cameraman called. I tightened my bun and smoothed out my white blouse.

"7, 6, 5," I took a deep breath and let it out.

4, 3, 2," I put on a winning smile and looked directly at the curtains as they rose.

I heard a cameraman call out that we were live. I smiled to the audience. "Hello, citizens of Panem, and welcome to the announcing of the Quarter Quell."

I let the audience cheer for a few seconds before starting again. "Before I reveal this, we will present the past quarter quell twists. On the 25th anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that their children are dying because of their choice to initiate violence, every district was made to hold an election and vote on the tributes who will represent it. On the 50th anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that two rebels died for every Capitol citizen killed, each district was to provide twice the amount of tributes. On the 75th anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the tributes were Reaped from the existing pool of victors. On the 100th anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that families were ripped apart from each other during the rebellion, the male and female tributes would be married couples between the ages of 20 and 50."

I stopped to let the audience reflect on this and to build more suspense. After a few seconds of this, I continued on. "And now, we celebrate the 125th anniversary." I pulled the 125 card out of the box Lavender was holding and unwrapped it slowly.

"As a reminder to the rebels of the generosity and good will of the Capitol, all the tributes will be revived from past games from the 95th to the 124th; and two will be allowed to return home victorious, regardless of district, gender, and age."

I could almost hear cheers from the family with lost loved ones. None of the tributes had aged while dead.

"All dead tributes from past games will be revived two months prior to the Reapings; one revived tribute of each gender will be chosen. The rest of the revived tributes will be allowed to live at home in peace."

I could swear more cheers erupted throughout the districts. All the families were happy; their loved ones had a chance to come home to them once more.

I walked offstage as the curtains closed. These were going to be an interesting games, alright.

Anna Banana: Hello Guys, and welcome to a new SYOT! We will be allowing guest submissions through reviews because Guests are people too. (You're welcome, Smiley :D ) Please submit through review.

It will mostly be first come first serve, but we need to approve of it first.

We will also be doing sponsor system.

Reviewing (actually helpful): 5

Answering questions: 5

Following the story: 10

Favoriting the story: 20

Submitting a tribute: 30

Submitting a stylist: 20

Submitting an escort: 10

The escort, stylists, and tributes can be canon or non-canon. We may have too many so we may decline.

All the forms will be posted on the next chapter with an explanation of what had happened in the districts! One random victor from each district will explain it. The tribute forms will also be on MonkeyPower's profile page.

Stay tuned, and thanks!